Could it be — that we somehow actually conspired
in our own abduction, but now conveniently claim
before the mirror that we don’t remember a thing?
Some may blame their parents for bringing them
down to this “vale of tears”, forgetting they picked
the couple themselves from a list of potential choices.
We had months in warm wombs to prepare ourselves
but invariably emerged with a big pouty face,
wondering what we were thinking.
I’m sure we’ve all heard that same old excuse:
“It seemed like a good idea at the time . . .”
but now we are forced to test it.
Sure — a birth on earth might seem like a curse,
but believe me things could be a lot worse,
worse than we’d care to imagine!
As it is, it is what it is, regardless of our whiny complaints.
If we knew how lucky we really are, we’d celebrate our fate!
Instead we mistake the false for the real, then set off chasing
like dogs for our tails — what a commotion we make!
If we could relax and settle down, perhaps we’d recognize
that it’s only our expectations which obscure and complicate.
We’re hooked on the fast food style of life — instant this
and jiffy that. We’re scrolling down the page so fast
we end up in a mental maze, imitating rats.
What is it we really want, what are we doing here?
Rather than seeking anywhere else, if we took the time
to explore our own mind, the answer might become clear.
Whether or not we discover it, the truth is nothing new:
we each show up with our own purpose, each of us
has work to be done that nobody else can do.